Page 42 of Merciless

My weak body complies, my frail arms trembling as I shuffle down until I’m flat on my back with one of my legs in his grip, the other resting across his lap.

His focus locks on where he’s working for a few seconds before he lifts his head, his gaze leisurely wandering up my leg.

His eyes widen the moment he notices just how high my skirt has risen with my movement, but I don’t do anything to hide from him.

“Damn, Dove.” He growls, his eyes locked on my lace panties.

My heart pounds as I wonder how far I can push him and if it would make an ounce of difference.

Fuck making a difference. Those few minutes of pleasure would be worth it.

As his fingers gently circle my tender, marked skin, I shift my hips a little and lift my leg higher up his thigh.

My chest heaves and my temperature soars as his teasing touch continues.

“Do all your prisoners get this kind of treatment?” I ask, my voice a breathy whisper. I want to say it’s all fake, but I’d be lying.

He chuckles. “They’re all ugly assholes. Not my type.”

“Blondes more your thing, huh?”

He clears his throat. “Something like that, yeah.”

“From what I’ve heard, you’re not discriminative of hair color, body type, or age.”

He chuckles.

“Sometimes we’ve just got to do what we’ve got to do. I’m sure you understand that.”

I swallow thickly.

More than he could possibly understand.

Our eyes hold as my chest heaves and my boiling blood continues to pump through my veins.

His touch is meant to be innocent. He hasn’t moved from my ankle, but from how damp my panties are, you’d never believe it.

I really am nothing but a shameless whore who’ll do anything for a man’s touch and attention.

Releasing my foot, he gathers up the other one and gives it the same gentle treatment.

“You shouldn’t be doing this,” I warn him quietly. “If Reid comes back then—”

“I’ll deal with the consequences, Dove. He’s not all that scary, really.”

“If you say so,” I whisper.

“Maybe you should be the one stopping it,” he counters, my foot so high that his breath races over my skin as he works.Goose bumps erupt and a shudder of desire rips down my spine.

“Maybe I should. But much like you, I don’t tend to follow the rules.”

Pulling my knee up, I slide my foot over JD’s thigh until I find exactly what I was expecting.

“Dove,” he warns when I rub the hardness hiding beneath his sweats.

“Sorry,” I whisper. “Cramp.”

He laughs, making his entire body shake with amusement.

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